Just when Veronica was focusing on controlling the Heart of Avalon, and when everyone was focusing on the opponent in front of them, a shadow silently came above her head.
"Um!?"
At the moment the shadow fell, Veronica instinctively sensed the danger, raised her head and thrust the witch sword upwards.
But she didn't hit anything. The figure cleverly avoided the sword blade in mid-air, ignoring the spiritual sparks bursting out from the wizard sword.
At the same time, around the battlefield, on the shadow-covered edges, a group of howling Dark Eldar women wearing revealing protective gear, holding double blades, rushed into the battlefield, and quickly entered the brutal melee stage, destroying the darkness. The precarious situation of the Eldar clan has stabilized again.
"Witch Spirit!"
Veronica immediately recognized the identities of these cousins, but she had no more time to think. A curved combat knife was already coming from the right.
She could only let the Heart of Avalon run on its own with extremely low efficiency, and then wave the wizard sword in her hand to resist the opponent's attack.
As a war witch, Veronica's swordsmanship is as superb as her witchcraft.
The two weapons collided without distinction, and then the attacker spun apart, moving cautiously, trying to find loopholes in Veronica's defense.
Only then did Veronica see the attacker clearly.
This is a dark Eldar with a beautiful face and an unusually graceful body. His long black hair is combed into a huge ponytail. His slender but powerful limbs move with a wonderful rhythm that is almost like dancing. The layered and close-fitting black armor carries an unusually wild beauty.
As a resident of Comoros, her skin naturally looks very pale, her slender eyes are graceful and unruly, and her eye circles are as if they have been roasted by charcoal fire. She is deeply outlined with gold eyeliner, extending from the corners of her eyes to her neck. She is charming yet unassuming, with her chin slightly raised, and a red gemstone carved into a heart shape hanging from her slender neck with a black ribbon - this is also a symbol of her status as the master of succubus.
When Veronica noticed that in addition to a short blade, Veronica's weapon also had a metal folding fan, she said with a little surprise:
"Are you a dancer from Biet-Tan?"
The Arkworld of Biye-Tan is the most powerful of the many Arkworlds. It also formed an alliance with another powerful Arkworld, Iyanden, very early in the past, and the two sides have jointly fought many times to combat threats. The enemy of an entire race.
Veronica has never been to Bietan, but she has met a war wizard in Bietan. That Arkworld has the most complete and comprehensive temple path, and the residents there are also extremely warlike. Veronica was impressed.
In addition to most of the common paths in that craft world, there are also several unique paths, such as the path of the dancer - this is a completely different path from the clown, preferring pure art rather than killing.
Veronica didn't expect to meet a Bietan dancer on this occasion and in this situation.
When the controlling succubus heard this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Well...it was."
"Then why are you willing to degenerate and become...become them?"
The reason why Veronica reacted so strongly is because the Witch Spirit Sect has a very bad reputation in most Ark Spirit Clan worlds.
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In the unique life of Comoros, stabbings in the back are commonplace, just to see the other person's face in agony and to feed his withering soul. However, the rulers in power know very well that if the desire for murder is allowed to go unchecked, , and soon the stability of the entire Comoros will fall apart, so an organization that specializes in venting killing emotions came into being. This is the origin of Hecate, commonly known as the Witchling Cult organization.
Each witch spirit sect is a group of thousands of gladiators who perform incredible bloody dramas in the arena every night. The scale of these gladiatorial battles is so large that these vicious spectators can serve as full-bellied plunderers. The eaters leave contentedly - this is the raison d'être of the Coven's existence, to provide a feast of suffering for their compatriots, ensuring that the inhabitants of Commorragh will not fall into anarchy for a limited time.
The main members of the Witch Spirit Sect are all women, because only they can reach the pinnacle of elegance and balance, but this does not mean that men are extinct in the sect. Male Witch Spirits are used to ensure that the sect will not worry about strong offspring, although they They are highly valued, but their status is very low. Therefore, the leader of the Witch Spirit Sect, the Succubus, has always been a woman, and this has been the case since the beginning of the Dark City.
All witch spirits attach great importance to their appearance. When participating in a gladiatorial battle, they will dress up carefully, as if they are meeting their lover. However, no matter what sect they are, the suit of the witch spirits is a set of black arena tight-fitting blade armor. It is an unchanging standard equipment, and part of the armor will be cut off to reveal its pale skin, just like telling the opponent to attack again, and the Haemonculi refined combat potion is an indispensable prop to improve their actions. Agility.
From the perspective of the Ark Eldar, the Witch Spirit Cult is a continuation of the bad habits of the old Eldar Empire. It was such unrestricted violence and indulgence that caused their race to fall. If we say that the residents of Commorragh They are a group of unrepentant drug addicts, so the Wuling Sect is the organization that provides them with drugs.
Therefore, Veronica's attitude basically represents the attitude of the vast majority of the Ark Eldar.
The succubus tilted his head and looked at her, as if looking at a naive child. Then he raised the fighting knife in front of him, opened his red lips and smiled:
"What if I say it's because I'm bored?"
Then she glanced at the battlefield and saw that Armin was trying to go back but was being held back by Valosian and two witch spirits who stood up again, and her expression became even more subtle.
"...And no matter what I do, I'm much better off than you hanging out with these apes, right?"
"This is my business."
"Then I will return this sentence to you."
Veronica was a little angry, she stared at the other person, and then raised her sword.
"May I have your name."
"What? Do you want to complain to your great prophet? Or to your ape lover? My name is Efreni. Remember, I am the one who will catch you next."
"Then show some skills."
Veronica kept her concentration and struck out with a brutal blow, her posture filled with hatred, and struck straight at Everene's neck.
The ruling succubus moved back to avoid the blow, and then immediately attacked with a short sword.
"Are you still a virgin?"
During the sprint, Efrenie suddenly said something that surprised Veronica at first, and then made her angry. But before she could say anything, the other party danced and pulled the two into close combat range, and started fighting like a storm. With the blow, the dagger and folding fan danced like butterfly wings, but with a suffocating chill.
After a few rounds of fighting, Veronica realized that she had underestimated her opponent. This person's combat skills were far superior to any master of the warrior path she knew. She was not only a dancer, but also a savage and violent person. A warrior who perfectly blends killing with art.
All Veronica can rely on is the extraordinary perception and prediction brought to her by powerful psychic powers.
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